Mr. Fan's Cold and Ugly Wife

When she said this, her tone did not match the noisy and extravagant environment at the moment, it was rare and gentle, and there was still a slight smile on her lips, which was vague and unreal.

Yan Nanqing watched her turn and go out, and frowned in self-concern.

I always feel that there is something wrong with her, but I can't tell the specifics, so I turn around and go back to talk about my own affairs.

After about an hour like this, Yan Nanqing's cell phone vibrated in his pocket again. He had almost talked with the person in front of him and shook hands.

Then he picked up his phone and glanced at the screen.

The man opposite saw that he wanted to leave, so he smiled and asked a little tentatively: "Mr. Yan, don't you want to play for a while?"

The man bent his lips politely, "It's a private matter, next time, I'll treat you tonight!"

Of course, that man won't stay longer, and the talk tonight went more smoothly than he expected. If the cooperation can be successful, then he can be regarded as relieved for the next year.

It's just that he didn't expect that within three to five years, this would be the last time he saw Yan Nanqing, and he was also the last person Yan Nanqing saw before his accident.

When he answered the phone, Yan Nanqing had already left the door of that room, stood in the corridor for a while, and put the phone to his ear, "What's wrong?"

There was no sleepiness in the woman's voice on the phone, she just asked him: "How long will it take you there?"

Yan Nanqing raised his eyebrows slightly, "Maybe I still need to meet someone, or if you come down now, we will take you back to rest after a few chats."

Lin quietly squeezed the phone and was silent for a while, "Then go talk first, then come up to pick me up, remember to knock on the door, harder, I'm afraid I won't hear you."

Specially instructed, Yan Nanqing thought she was sleepy, afraid that she would fall asleep in a while, looked at the phone, and finally let out a "hmm".

Another half hour passed.

Yan Nanqing went upstairs alone, got out of the elevator and went straight to the room where she was.

He stood at the door and rang the bell, but there was no response, so he rang it again, and even knocked on the door a few times with his bare hands.

After a while, there was a slight sound from inside the door, and then the door opened.

When seeing her for the first time, Yan Nanqing suddenly narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked her roughly from beginning to end.

I almost asked directly, "What are you doing?"

Because Lin Qiaoqiao, who was inside the door, was only wearing a very thin suspender nightdress at the moment, and her long hair was loosely scattered, so casual that she just had an illusion of warmth.

At this moment, she was tilting her head, looking at him with vague eyes, but she could recognize him, "Are you finally finished?"

It was only now that Yan Nanqing realized that her palm-sized face was blushing.

"Don't come in?" She pouted unhappily and looked at him.

Only then did Yan Nanqing lift his foot to walk in, his eyes had scanned the room for a full circle, and then the confusion in his eyes became more and more obvious.

Turning around and looking down at her, "Have you gone out again?"

With a puzzled look on her face, she walked over and picked up the pillow on the sofa to nestle in, "Where are you going?"

Didn't she realize that she was drinking too much?

At least Yan Nanqing seemed to have drunk too much.

He just didn't pay attention to him in that room before, turned around and ran away with other men, and he didn't know how much he drank.

The man stepped over and took her skirt from the clothes thrown at the end of the sofa, "Wear your own clothes."

The woman hugging the pillow silently shook her head and muttered, "Hot."

Yan Nanqing thought he had heard wrong.

The temperature in this room is just right. If it was in the small town before, it might be a bit stuffy at this time of night, but there is air conditioning here.

She is too hot?
In a blink of an eye, Lin Qiaoqiao reached out to take the clothes, but put them aside again, and took two steps towards him.

It was only when her hand touched his fingertips that Yan Nanqing realized that what she said about the heat was not just nonsense.

So Meifeng frowned, and raised his hand to test the temperature on her forehead.

At least it was higher than his temperature, but not to the point of high fever.

"What did you do?" He looked down at her and asked in a deep voice.

It can be seen that although she is a little confused, she has not lost the ability to think normally.

After hearing his question, she thought seriously for a while, then raised her face slightly to look at him, before she could speak, a pair of white catkins had already wrapped around his neck.

The tone of voice sounded clear, but full of fragrance and softness, "Maybe... there is something wrong with the wine I just drank."

Yan Nanqing frowned slightly, looking straight into her eyes.

"You knew it since you left the room?" was his guess.

So when she just left, there was a strange energy.

She smiled slightly, "I'm not an underage girl, I still know some things, but I can't disturb you to discuss business."

The answer is so that there is no room for refutation.

Yan Nanqing looked at her, "So what? I'm done talking now."

She was also looking up at him. Although she was hooking his neck, she hadn't made any further movements, with a serious expression on her face.

Said: "I've endured it for a long time, just want to ask Mr. Yan, can I borrow your time and... body?"

I don't know why, when Yan Nanqing heard this, a nameless fire rose silently.

"What do you mean, have you considered what happens if I don't agree to borrow it?"

Lin Qiaoqiao smiled charmingly, "If you don't want to, I certainly don't have the power to force people, nor do I have the habit. The club is so big, it shouldn't be difficult to find another person."

Yan Nanqing twitched his thin lips, and snorted, "Need me to help you find it?"

She was looking at him with her head tilted, her soft lips gradually curled up, "If you are willing, of course it would be the best, I... I like you the most!"

As she spoke, she lightly tapped the man's lips with a soft index finger, as if she was taking advantage of alcohol to add medicine to her wanton behavior.

The ink color in the man's eyes is deepening unconsciously, "Favorite?... Have you ever compared?"

She smiled softly, "Guess."

Yan Nanqing narrowed his eyes suddenly.

This woman became more and more daring, and the fingertips on his lips just now landed on the place where his belt was.

He turned his wrist slightly, clasped her restless little hand, and stared at her with warning and dangerous eyes.

But her voice became hoarse unconsciously, "How many words are credible in what you said?"

"Isn't it because I've been pregnant and miscarried again, and my period has been postponed for more than half a month? What's the result?" As a result, he won the lottery in his apartment the next day.

Then his eyes fell on her face, "I bet you've even seen a man in these years."

Not to mention someone with whom he could be compared.

Lin Qiaoqiao still smiled faintly, "Then do you want to borrow it now? I endured it for an hour, and I can't take it anymore."